Down the dangerously steep mountains
She powerfully gurgles down
Clear and powerful
And ultimately into the sprawling Mwea plains
And though out of the steep
Still deliver her intimate brand
Of current flow power.

Sneaking silently around the curves
Bending towards her destiny
She now only whispers
A low murmur of liquid advice
“Please don’t
Defy, misuse or pollute me
For I love you
That’s why I came”

And I love to admire
The immense beauty of her flow
Old yet powerful
Her steps gaily like a fairy
And her ***** a mass of turbulence
Her valley heavy with vegetation
A forest out of a scary fairy tale.

But I love to watch her
Slim body
Snaking to the direction of the *****
The dance of white foams in the current
As she churns her way to the coast
Releasing a cold radiation
A caressing chill
The beauty of her source
The snow-capped lofty mountains
I can only give my love to you
To you my darling
That can only be
River Nyamindi.

The once snaking gurgling monster
Time-defying, ever-flowing oldster
Is licked near-clean by the quiet drought
Her diminution wrought distraught
Lain betwixt her hunger stricken arboreal hosts
Emaciated, unattractively scaring akin ghosts
Crawling slowly to die somewhere undismayed
Petitions unsaid and intercessories unprayed
The tranquil of the fresh breath of Nyamindi waterway
Is taken by the acrid gusts of aquatic decay
As her remnants lovers slowly but surely fry
In the fierce fast-falling fire from the sky.